Patience with stupid questions, wrong directions, slow buses. Patience for when Michael doesn’t hear me and I have to repeat myself (which I hate). Patience for when I’m talking to him or asking him a question and he’s on his phone and doesn’t respond for two minutes then says, “What’d you say?” Patience for when the hostal says breakfast is included and then no one is there and no food is out for the buffet in the morning when you’re trying to catch a boat in 5 minutes. Patience. I’m testing mine every day.
The joys of travel 🙂